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Message: <blockquote data-quote="neveryours" data-source="post: 1491707" data-attributes="member: 13424">The First Conclave was held on a deserted hill somewhere in Nightlund. A tent had been erected in the middle of a plateau at the top. No banners or streamers marked it. Three brass dragons and two silvers circled overhead. In the forests encircling the hill, four greens sat on their haunches, restlessly beating their wings now and then. Near a lake in the forest, a lone red nervously circled. Two blues, bearing dragonriders, were staying up an orbit away from the metallic dragons, but still within sight of the tent.-The assembled cabal consisted of twelve of the most powerful wizards and sorcerers on Ansalon. Representing the White Robes were:Solamn Uth Irid – A Solamnic Auxiliary who counsels Lord Erhling.Noneyes – A half elven member of the former Academy of Sorcery.Gaston Emercrest – A barrel chested wizard with a greataxe strapped to his back.Krester The Young – A sprightly old man with twinkling blue eyes.The Red Robes made up of:Jenna the Red – Daughter of the former head of the Red Robes.Rikker Durnblade – Known to be a supporter of the Legion of Steel.Saliant Evon – A sorcerer of little renown, who true strength has not been tested.Utha the Blind – A blind (of course lah) seer who skills as a diviner are much renowned.Chosen for the Black Robes were:Dalamar the Dark – Former apprentice to Raistlin Majere.Kirith Naylor – Formerly part of the Knights of Neraka.Erwin Cort – A sorcerer known more for his wealth and extravagance than for his magic.Insla the Damned – An infamous neocromancer. Destroyed an entire Que tribe as punishment for stealing a magical artefact.-The Heads of each Order had been chosen, the wrangling over and done with. Rules and laws had been debated and settled. Now, only one task still remained. The Tower itself. They had all seen the scroll and memorised the ritual.The mages assembled in a circle surrounded by strange and unfamiliar runes. A scroll lay unfolded upon a marble pesdestal in the centre of the room. In unison, they raised their hands and begin tracing indecipherable patterns in the air. Each tracing a different, and apparently haphazard line. They started chanting together. The same words of power issuing forth and echoing each others’.Outside, the tent could no longer be seen. Those of a good heart saw a blinding light where the tent used to be. Dark hearts saw an impenetratable darkness that enshrouded and hid the tent from view. Even blindsight could not pierce the veil. Neutral beings would see a shimmering veil with shifting hues that misted and obscured the vision.No one save the Gods saw what happened. The twelve collapsed, unconscious. The ritual had drained them both physically and mentally. A discernable aura of power hung in the air. A tower had arisen. It seemed to be composed entirely of dragonmetal and stretched into the blue sky. The Orders of High Sorcery were reborn along with the new Tower.</blockquote>

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